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All the common sense in the world told me not to go. But I had to. I had laughed when Damian first told me he was a vampire and I had found it hilarious when he had told me about the vampire club down town. None of that is funny now. I should have listened to Damian. I knew he only came to me when he was in trouble, but I couldn?t take it seriously, I mean who would believe in vampires? And even if vampires were real why would they choose a small town like mine to crash in. If common sense was something I was lacking (and it was) I should have at least called the police. Damian went missing three week ago. They could have gone looking for him but no, this was something I had to do for myself. My footsteps echoed loudly as I made my way down the darkened ally. My black leather knee high boots didn?t do well for stealth and I was glad I decided to go the rout of party go-er than spy. I reached the door of the club where a tall and pale male stood wearing all black and a leather chocker around his neck. ?Haven?t seen you here before,? he spoke as I walked up and handed him my ID. ?New here,? I stated and this was true, I had just moved to this town about three months ago, around the same time I met Damian. ?Are you looking for someone?? he asked. ?There are always girls like you coming here, they are always looking for someone and they never leave the same.? I tried to analyze his words but escort beylikdüzü (https://www.beylikduzuescord.com/) my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his cold laughs and then the sound of the thick metal door opening. ?Have fun.? I nodded my head and made my way inside. Inside was a magical place. Not in the conventional sense of the word. All the walls were painted black and on them were words spray-painted in red that looked like blood. The dance floor was crowded by bodies of pale Goths moving, dancing and gyrating to the sound of the music as fog moved across the floor. Around the dance floor were tables all decorated with red silk table cloths and black roses. I moved around the dance floor and to the bar where I noticed several eyes follow me. ?Haven?t seen you before,? the bartender stated just as the security guard did. ?I?m new.? ?Must be,? he said, his voice surprisingly seductive. ?You must be looking for someone.? I looked up. ?And would you be able to help me if I were?? He smiled flashing a pair of long fangs. ?I know everyone who comes in here, if there?s a person you want to find then I can point them out to you.? I thought about it. What could be the harm in asking if he knew where Damian was? If he didn?t know then I could continue my search on my on my own. ?I?m looking for a guy named Damian.? The look on the bartender's flawless face suddenly changed. It was no longer escort akbatı (https://www.asbahcesehir.com/) playful as it had been seconds ago, he looked more serious now and something inside of me started to curl onto itself. ?I know two, you?ll have to give me details.? I sighed and began to describe Damian. ?He?s about 6?1, he has shoulder length black hair, and it?s straight. He?s very pale, white, has long finger nails that are normally painted black, and blue eyes.? ?Oh that one,? he looked up to a balcony I hadn?t seen before, slightly overhead. Standing at it was a figure of a man glaring down at us. In the darkened club I couldn?t make out any details and before I had time to get a good look he moved out of my viewing range. ?He?s up there.? I thanked the man and moved to the left, up a pair of winding stairs. My heart began to race as I hoped that it was true that this was my Damian. Or at least would lead me to more clues about where he went. When I reached the top of the stairs I was greeted by three pairs of red eyes and one pair of blue. ?Damian!? I practically shrieked with joy as I recognized him sitting on a leather couch. I began to run to him but stopped as I realized he wasn?t as happy to see me as I was to see him. ?Who?s this fine little rose?? the man beside him asked. Damian barely raised his head from its down position. ?Alice,? he spoke. Although there was something hollow escort beylikdüzü (https://www.beylikduzuyonetim.com/) about his voice I felt some warmth in it. Something that reminded me of the last time I saw him, reminded me of the love I denied him. ?Alice, huh? That?s a pretty name,? the other man continued. ?Why don?t you come take a seat with us darling, we won?t bite, much.? I ignored the other man's advances and spoke directly to Damian. ?Damian we should go, I was so worried about you.? He lowered his head again. ?Alice, you shouldn?t have come here,? Damian spoke and I could feel a hint of a warning. Something told me to run but I couldn?t move. ?That?s a nice little corset you?re wearing,? someone said from behind me. I tuned quickly around to see a male with curly blond hair standing a little too close to me. When I had first entered this area he was sitting to the left of Damian. I hadn?t seen him move at all. ?I?d love to get you out of it,? the blond continued, looking at me as if I was something to eat. ?John,? Damian called out, his voice suddenly changing to something harsh. ?Back off she?s mine.? Damian rose and walked over to me as the others moved, retreating into nearby darkness. ?Damian come home,? I whispered, when he was close enough. My voice wouldn?t raise any louder than that. ?Do you believe me now?? ?What?? ?Do you believe what I told you?? I shook my head at first them managed a weak, "Yes." Just then as the yes left my lips I felt Damian's move over mine. His tongue slipped inside of my mouth and wrapped itself around my own, then much slower than it had happened, he pulled away from me and stared down into my eyes. ?Why is it now you care so much about me?? he asked.